Wild Salsa, Dallas Restaurant Group’s latest addition to Dallas’ upscale Mexican scene, opened for lunch yesterday, doling out chips, salsa and pricey tamales to hungry downtowners. I stopped in just as a light lunch crowd began to ebb. There were three of us at the cement bar, and a handful…
Still feeling rudderless on the bar-food scene in Dallas, last week I asked Aters to help me find the city’s best chicken wings. I asked that they be crispy. I asked that they be sauced in Frank’s, and I ask that they be served with a side of baseball on…
It was just after noon and the mercury was well into its death march upward as I walked up to Maple and Motor, looking for a cheap and decent meal that was close to the office. Out front under an overhang that produced a scant 12-inch strip of shade, those…
In case you were to o busy this Sunday to lounge around and thumb through the morning papers, we’ve taken a crack at culling some interesting stories. You’re on your own for coffee though.In The New York Times, Mark Bittman penned a provocative piece calling for a bad-food tax. Citing…
Sunday is National Tequila Day, a “holiday” Dallasites can celebrate with extra exuberance as residents of the city that fucked up margaritas forever. Mariano Martinez birthed the margarita machine here, 40 years ago, after a frightening opening night nearly handed him his ass. Turns out his bartenders couldn’t figure out…
Eater Dallas, the local arm of the Curbed Network’s popular restaurant blog, went live today. Only officially a few hours old, the site already contains plenty of content to catch up on. We put down our PBR-stained Moleskine just long enough to ask the site’s editor, former Observer-er Andrea Grimes,…
The American Culinary Federation’s National Convention comes to the Gaylord Texan this weekend, kicking off tomorrow with Alton Brown’s demonstration on how to use salt. Salt! If you can’t figure it out on your own I’m sure the talk, titled “A Brief Guide to Handling the Most Powerful Chemical Agent…
Earlier this week I mentioned a few Tex-Mex joints that are serving up some pretty sub-par guac. Ever ready to jump into the fray, a few Aters chimed in, saying I’d simply gone to the wrong restaurants. But the thing is, there’s no excuse for bad guacamole. Ever. If you…
Leslie Brenner’s new Best of Guide touts Dallas’ top cocktails, complete with a swanky photo spread. One of the shots mirrors an experience I’ve had enough of. A high ball glass filled with glistening ice and dotted with kumquat slices is topped with not just a sprig of lavender, but…
It’s a lousy obsession but the burden is mine to bear. I’ve loved tearing into chicken wings since I discovered them in college. A small chain originally called BW3’s that’s gone on to become a Chicken Wing Walmart served decently fried renditions with about a dozen sauces. Buffalo Wild Wings,…
I haven’t subscribed to cable in more than seven years. And I haven’t owned a TV for about half that time. When I was a junkie though, I indulged cooking shows with the mindless zeal of an addict. For whatever reason, a clip of Ming Tsai on a boat, stabbing…
A little over a week ago I threw my belongings into a 16-foot Penske, drove down 16th Street past the White House, and headed west. Finn, my 14-year-old wonder-mutt, sat shotgun, along with a spider plant, a bottle of port, some Gatorade and a bar of chocolate. I was leaving…
